Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 14:03:43 -0000 From: Nick Subject: Keeping it in Family - Chapter 27 WARNING: The following true story - only the names of the participants have been changed - contains descriptions of gay, bisexual and incestuous activity between adult relatives and others, activities which may be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious beliefs. Please do not read any further if you are likely to be offended by its content or if it might be illegal in your country! By the way, the story is written with the full knowledge and approval of all the living persons having significant mention therein. * * * * I quickly undressed, washed, and cleaned my teeth before climbing into bed where Sarah was feigning sleep. I lay on my back, my legs apart and tried playing her at her own game but it wasn't more than a minute before I felt a hand sliding up my leg, tickling my balls, then grasping my prick and gently pulling the foreskin back to expose the knob. Sarah played with my cock until it started to grow when she laid it back on my belly and moved her attentions to my balls, alternately stroking them, and then cupping them in her hand and rolling them through her fingers. Imperceptibly, I moved my legs a little further apart. She slid her fingers behind my sac and stroked the sensitive skin back towards my ass, pressing on the hardening base of my prick, causing it to twitch. Her hand went back to my balls, a quick twiddle, then clasped my cock, gave it a few strokes which brought it close to its seven-inch apogee, well clear of my belly. Her hand moved away; I wondered what was next. In a moment, Sarah was kneeling astride my waist and as she lowered her body she guided my fully erect member into her waiting cunt, already well lubricated. It slid right in, our pubic hair intertwined, she moved up and down, up and down, faster and faster, faster and faster, until I could hold back no longer. As she came down, I could not hold back a great yelp of pleasure as my juice shot deep inside her, spurt after spurt. Sarah's scream of delight came only a moment later, then she sat there, fully conjoined, to regain her breath before collapsing on to my chest. Our lips met in a long wet kiss, our tongues intertwined, my softening prick was still buried in her slit and we were truly joined as one. We stayed that way for what seemed a long time. When my limp cock eventually fell from her dripping cunt we simultaneously giggled with delight. "Shhhh! Rob will hear us." "He probably has already, even if he is two bathrooms away!" Sarah rolled off me, "It's wash day tomorrow, we don't need to clean up. I am too tired." "Me too," I said, just a little disappointed. Sarah rolled into my arms and we were asleep in no time. The alarm clock woke us at 6.30am. My pubic hair was caked and matted from our love making. I put one arm around Sarah and moved my other hand to her similarly caked groin and stroked her love slit gently, slipping a finger over her clitoris as I did so. "Not now, it's time for the bathroom!" She leapt out of bed and was in the shower before I had selected my clean underwear and socks for the day. I went to the bathroom and stood naked at the basin and shaved, then joined Sarah in the shower. She quickly washed my bits and pieces. "You'll have to do the rest; I must get the breakfast ready." I finished my shower, got dried and dressed, collected my office paraphernalia and followed Rob downstairs, where Sarah had the breakfast ready. Rob gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Rob and I chatted over a leisurely breakfast, whilst Sarah loaded the washing machine. When she came back Rob said "Wednesday is washday is it?" "I usually do a load whenever it needs doing, just our bed linen today and it looks like a fine day for it to dry outside." Sarah looked in my direction. I said nothing; by then we were ready for the office. Sarah suggested we might have dinner at Simpsons in Kenilworth; Rob agreed and we decided that we would leave the office about 6pm and that she should book for 7pm. We were no sooner in the car than Rob said "There was a lot of noise in your room last night. It would have woken the baby!" "Yes, things did get a bit noisy, did we disturb you?" "Well, I guessed what was going on and it made so horny that I had to have a wank." "Oh no, not more bed sheets to be washed?" "No, a just pair of DNKY for me to rinse out before they hit the laundry basket back home!" I laughed, "A married man, away from home two nights and you have to wank!" "Come off it, don't tell me you wouldn't have! Tell me, is Sarah pretty horny at the moment? Alison certainly is, she wants it pretty well every night - not that I am complaining, mind." "Well, apart from the enforced abstinence for the doctor, I suppose we've been pretty active lately. I must make the most of it while can, no baby to wake!" Just as I dropped Rob at his office, Jerry called me on the mobile. "It looks like the reorganisation is going to happen," he said, "Tom was on the phone asking me if we had spoken. I think he was trying to gauge your interest in the job before they finalised some of the details at the Board meeting this afternoon. By the way, you are invited to the next one. It'll be in Winchester on the last Thursday of the month. Tom will probably call you later, so forewarned, and all that." "Well, I was interested in the job before but if the reorganisation means I can stay down here, that's even better. Sarah wasn't too keen on moving up there." "No, Philys wasn't when we came from Winchester but she likes it now. We've still got the house down there so I guess I am going to be commuting to London. Her folks are in Woking; that's another possibility." "OK, Jerry, thanks for the 'heads-up' I am at the office now, I'll be expecting Tom's call." Tom called almost as soon as I reached my office. "Have you thought about the job, Nick?" "Yes, I am pretty keen on the idea; I would need to discuss a few details, of course. Relocation, my successor and salary are probably top of the list. Timing might be important with Sarah being pregnant." "Relocation might not be an issue. It is top-secret at the moment but it looks like the Board will be going for a reorganisation; Birmingham, Nottingham, Liverpool and Newcastle will likely be merged into a new Northern Division. Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland will become the Celtic Division, the rest will be Southern Division. What have you got on this afternoon?" "I'll be in the office. Mostly routine stuff, beginning to think about the monthly report, next month's budget." "Depending how the discussion goes, we might conference you in on part of the Board meeting this afternoon, but we will definitely want you in Winchester for the next one, August 28th. Come down the night before and we'll have a chat over a beer or three. Jerry will be there as well." "OK, sounds good to me. I assume you'll want a 'yea' or 'nay' from me at the next meeting." "No! We'll want a 'yea'. I'll talk to you next week about the Ts and Cs, pay shouldn't be an issue, timing neither. Jerry wants to leave at the end of October but it's not fixed. When's the youngster due?" "Not until the end of February." "You should have been more careful, Nick, it's a Leap Year! Anyway, I'll update you tomorrow, around this time." "Thanks, Tom, speak to you tomorrow." Before I could get a coffee we had an emergency maintenance call from one of our major customers. The need now was for me to get our best people on to solving the problem, especially as the contract was up for renewal shortly. Our networks were pretty resilient and these calls were actually very rare but we had a well rehearsed process for dealing with them. The control room was already on to it, their updates were scrolling up my computer screen as I delegated one of my principal network engineers to the site, about 45 minutes away. The customer was such that we were authorised to use blue lights to get there so I handed over my car keys to Steve and signed his authority form, before sending another PE upstairs to assist in the control room and a third to liaise with the customer's engineers. I booked a pool car in case I needed to go later, called Tom to advise him of the emergency and finally got my coffee. The next couple of hours flew by, the frantic activity preventing any thought about the possible new job or how to respond to any questions or offers from the Board in the afternoon. The problem was fully resolved soon after midday so, unusually for me, I went to the canteen for a snack and a drink. This provided a welcome relaxation though one employee did approach me and ask if the rumours of a reorganisation were true. My response was 'what rumours?' but he did not enlighten me very much. I added that there should be nothing to fear, given the excellent half-year results. That seemed to satisfy him and the subject changed to his upcoming holiday to visit his family in South Africa. When I returned to the office there was a message from Sarah to say that she had booked the restaurant, as discussed. I tried to get down to my routine work but every time the phone rang, I expected it to be Tom. I did get a very complementary call from a very senior person in Her Majesty's Government, thanking me for the splendid effort we had made to fix the problem earlier in the day. She said she would be writing personally to my CEO. I sent an e-mail round the site thanking all the staff for their efforts. Tom rang about 5.15pm, saying they were running late and would be continuing over dinner, I was not to worry and he would call the following day. I picked up Rob a little later and was home by 6pm. Sarah was already dressed, Rob and I washed and changed in something more casual than our business suits and left for the short drive to Kenilworth about 6.30pm. Simpsons, which sadly has now disappeared, used to be a few doors away from Raffles. They were much on a par but Simpsons was perhaps both a little more expensive and stuffy. We felt a little under dressed in our open necked shirts, but nevertheless lingered for about two hours over an excellent dinner before driving home under a cloudless, late evening sky. The beautiful hues of sunset were just fading as we arrived home, such are summer evenings in the English Midlands. Rob was leaving straight from the office next evening and after he had packed his bag, Sarah went to bed whilst he and I indulged in a night-cap, discussing jobs, houses, babies and goodness knows what else. Thankfully, Rob had stopped thanking me, at least for now, for my services rendered. We talked about my possible promotion with the possibility of moving north. Rob mentioned he was hoping for promotion in-situ, probably around the New Year, but nothing firm. He said he could do with the cash if Alison gave up work and asked what Sarah planned. "To be honest, we haven't discussed it. We have been too busy, but I think she will try to keep her hand in. Her mother has already volunteered as head child minder." "So has Alison's!" At that, we both decided to turn in. Rob went upstairs; I locked the doors and put the lights out before following him. I quickly undressed, went to our bathroom, washed, and cleaned my teeth before climbing into bed where Sarah was reading her first 'baby magazine'. I lay on my back, my legs apart, covered only by the sheet. It wasn't more than a minute before I felt a hand sliding up my leg, tickling my balls, then grasping my prick and gently pulling the foreskin back and forth, as she loved to do - and I loved her to do! Needles to say, Willy soon showed signs of perking up, then suddenly Sarah said "That's it, no more tonight!"